“Well, I wouldn’t let that stand in my way, Laura,” protested Mrs. Cressler. “It will be simply heavenly in the Park on such a night as this.”

In the end Laura borrowed Page’s hat, and Jadwin took her away. In the light of the street lamps Mrs. Cressler and the others watched them drive off, sitting side by side behind the fine horses. Jadwin, broad-shouldered, a fresh cigar in his teeth, each rein in a double turn about his large, hard hands; Laura, slim, erect, pale, her black, thick hair throwing a tragic shadow low upon her forehead.

“A fine-looking couple,” commented Mr. Cressler as they disappeared.